Chapter 434: Original Magnet Mountain's Ominous Tomb

This ancient great sect possesses an Imperial-level Yin Vein; if the sect‑protecting ferocious beast is truly a dead thing,

That also makes sense.

The spirit of the dark spring within the Imperial-level Yin Vein, endowed by nature with limitless divine abilities—who could clearly guess what that ancient great sect has done with the power of the dark spring!

Bibo Xianzi was the first to regain her composure, and after a moment's thought she said.

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed an expression of sudden realization.

Longling, aren't you going to make a move?

Heiyao walked up to Longling's side, gazing at the fellow cultivators within Original Magnet Mountain who were entangled in misfortune, and asked tentatively.

Even now Longling remains calm and carefree; logically, as a teammate, he should share in the hardships.

You can, you go up.

Heifeng, wave the flags and cheer.

Bobo Ji, boost morale and cheer on!

As soon as Heiyao's words fell, Longling gave him a fierce glance and said.

If Heiyao were on Earth, he would definitely be a model three‑good student, worthy of a golden good‑person card, always thinking of his teammates.

However, this is the Universe Cultivation World, where everything is filled with deceit and scheming.

Cultivators, in order to reach a higher realm, whose hands are not stained with blood?

Those passing cultivators, seeking to obtain Original Magnet Mountain's Original Magnet Treasure Pearl, were trapped by the mechanism triggered on Original Magnet Mountain due to their inferior skill.

Even if they die, that is the price they should pay.

The Great Dao is ruthless; only ruthlessness is truly just.

Heiyao was choked by Longling's words to the point of feeling suffocated, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

However, the restrictions inside Original Magnet Mountain are too terrifying, and there is also a treasure‑guardian ferocious beast; he lacks Longling's strength to dare freely enter and exit.

Suddenly.

A piercing sound of tearing through the sky split the horizon.

Immediately after, numerous black silhouettes shot from the distant mountaintop, rushing at extreme speed toward the cultivators surrounding Original Magnet Mountain.

Everyone looked up and saw that each mysterious figure clad in black robes wielded a long sword emanating a dark light, charging ferociously at the Universe cultivators who had just fled Original Magnet Mountain.

Oh no, there are enemies!

A Universe cultivator shouted in shock, never expecting someone to take advantage of the chaos at this moment to kill and seize treasure.

The events happened too suddenly; the attacked cultivators could not possibly muster their full strength to resist.

Many cultivators could not withstand a few rounds of attack from the black‑robed mysterious figures, and were pierced through the body by the dark‑light swords, then perished body and soul.

Sure enough, there is an Original Magnet Treasure Pearl!

That black‑clad silhouette glanced at the seized storage ring, his voice trembling with excitement.

The sudden bizarre scene caused countless cultivators' expressions to drastically change; they all hurriedly huddled together and cried out in alarm.

Those mysterious figures in black robes are immensely powerful; ordinary cultivators simply cannot block them.

Many cultivators' attention instantly shifted from the afflicted cultivators within Original Magnet Mountain; in the life‑or‑death struggle, they also dared not flee.

Because they personally witnessed many fleeing cultivators become lost souls beneath the netherworld sword light.

Those mysterious figures move at extreme speed, possessing a ghost‑like swiftness, weaving through space; moreover, their positions relative to other black‑clad individuals form a mysterious formation that allows them to support one another.

Everyone be careful, this person is not simple!

A Universe cultivator loudly reminded.

The long sword in the black‑clad cultivator's hand seems to contain some mysterious power; the space around the blade begins to twist, as if even time were frozen at this moment.

The attacked cultivators each unleashed their own treasures to resist, yet upon impact the treasures and the icy‑cold sword blade instantly condensed into ice, after which the black‑clad person spat out a ray of dark light.

That dark light is a short sword hidden in the black‑clad person's mouth, only an inch long yet a lethal weapon for sudden assault; many Universe cultivators failed to react, most were pierced through the throat and their bodies fell straight to the ground.

Boom—

In the space, the light of various treasures intertwined, forming dazzling curtains of light that bathed the entire Original Magnet Mountain in daylight.

The black‑robed mysterious figures showed no fear, swinging their long swords fiercely; a black sword qi surged forward like a flood dragon toward the cultivators' defenses.

Wherever the sword qi passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Bang!

With a tremendous roar, the sword qi collided with the cultivators' treasures, producing a massive explosion.

Some cultivators of lower cultivation were even shaken until they vomited blood and flew backward, and the scene fell into chaos for a moment.

Hmph.

You ants, dare to contend with us?

The mysterious figure sneered, a flicker of contempt flashing in his eyes.

This left the cultivators who had escaped death filled with fear.

They all understood that these mysterious figures had seized the moment when everyone was unprepared, and would take advantage to strike them off guard.

Faced with such a powerful enemy, these cultivators could only hope for victory by standing united; otherwise, once frightened into scattering and fleeing, they would play right into the black‑clad's hands.

The fleeing cultivators would each be defeated and then perish.

Some cultivators who had banded together began to organize a counterattack, launching sword qi, talismans, and secret treasures at the mysterious figures to prevent the black‑clad from approaching.

Everyone, don't panic; concentrate your strength to attack his weak point!

A middle‑aged cultivator loudly commanded.

The attacked cultivators quickly adjusted their tactics and began to launch a counteroffensive in an orderly manner.

That joint formation is actually not bad!

Just then Longling spoke up.

Those mysterious black-clad people are strong, but they excel at joint combat.

They rely on a mutually coordinated joint formation to specifically attack the enemy's weak points.

As soon as they spot a breach in enemies who are united, they use the formation to concentrate the strength of the other black-clad individuals onto the attacker, thus breaking the defense of the united cultivators.

Numerous cultivators suffered greatly facing the black-clad people's joint-attack formation.

Moreover, the black-clad people's gloomy black longsword is strange; its faint light seems poisonous, and that fierce sword aura, if it sweeps a cultivator, instantly causes the poisoned one's facial meridians to bulge, the body swaying on the verge of collapse, losing combat ability.

The battle in the sky lasted a long time, and both sides suffered enormous losses.

At that moment, a young female cultivator suddenly rushed out from the crowd, holding in her hand a jade talisman emitting a faint glow.

"Get out of the way!"

She shouted loudly, throwing the jade talisman fiercely at the black-winged mysterious figure.

The jade talisman traced a beautiful arc in the air and accurately struck the mysterious figure's chest.

The mysterious figure's body shuddered violently, as if struck by a tremendous impact; his body began to tremble, and his longsword almost slipped from his grasp.

"Great opportunity!"

The cultivator beside that female cultivator, seeing this, immediately lit up with sharp eyes and commanded everyone to intensify the attack.

Under the combined attack of the crowd, the injured mysterious figure finally could not withstand it; his body was blasted away and heavily fell onto distant rocks.

The cultivators just now heaved a sigh of relief, one after another putting away their treasures, and they all began to approach where the Longlings were.

Because they saw that the black-clad people, after several failed sneak attacks on the Longlings and others, turned their focus and directly slaughtered other cultivators.

These black-clad people are very skilled at weighing pros and cons; they know how to preserve their lives, avoid the sharp edge, and maximize the benefit of taking action.

Boom.

At that very moment, the entire Primordial Magnetic Mountain suddenly resonated with earth-shaking sounds.

Even those black-clad people wearing cloaks stopped their actions, all turning toward the sound, never expecting that this glance would almost scare them half to death.

In the depths of Primordial Magnetic Mountain, as the sect-protecting ferocious beast sank into the abyss of Primordial Magnetic Mountain, a more yin and cold aura began to permeate the abyss.

All the cultivators present felt an ominous premonition arise in their hearts involuntarily.

"Ominous, it's a fierce grave!"

A cultivator suddenly cried out, pointing forward at the abysses appearing where Primordial Magnetic Mountain had collapsed.

Only to see in those abysses, ancient tombs one after another, moving aside layers of stone, rising from the depths of the netherworld.

They were arranged in a staggered manner, each tomb emitting a gloomy aura, as if countless resentful spirits were wailing within.

These tombs differ from ordinary graveyards; the pressure they exude made the cultivators present feel an unprecedented pressure.

"This

"This is the burial ground of the ancient great sect!"

Longling gazed at those staggered tombstones, speaking with a tone somewhat unexpected.

The graves of those ancient cultivators interred mighty figures who once dominated the world; after enduring the wind and frost of ages, to this day their resentment and power have not dissipated, but instead have grown even stronger.

"Hurry up and leave.

These fierce graves may harbor powerful resentful spirits and mechanisms.

"Once touched, the consequences are unimaginable."

Heiyao also let out a terrified shout as a warning.

However.

Just as everyone was preparing to cautiously leave this forest of fierce grave steles, an anomaly occurred again.

A gust of yin wind suddenly blew out from the cemetery; accompanied by the yin wind, black shadows flew out from the tombs, varying in form—some like skeletons, some like ghosts, some like zombies—emitting piercing shrieks as they lunged at the cultivators.

"Oh no, it's resentful spirits!

"Everyone, quickly set up formations; don't let them get close!"

A middle-aged cultivator from Huanyu loudly commanded.

The many cultivators, hearing this, dared not be careless; they quickly formed a defensive formation using practical means.

They deployed various treasures, fully displaying their remaining spiritual power to form curtains and barriers that blocked the resentful spirits' attacks.

Although the resentful spirits were powerful, under the cultivators' joint defense they could not break through for the time being.

The battle lasted a long time; although the cultivators could temporarily block the resentful spirits' attacks, the spirits' numbers seemed endless, and each attack carried strong corrosive force, causing the cultivators' treasures and techniques to begin suffering damage.

"Continuing like this is not a solution; we must find a way to resolve it."

A young cultivator said anxiously.

At that moment, an elder stepped out from the crowd, his eyes flashing with the light of wisdom.

"I have studied the ancient cultivators' classics; these resentful spirits in the fierce graves are strong because they have absorbed the ancient cultivators' resentment and power."

"To break it, we must find the source of their resentment and purify it."

The elder said slowly.

"Source of resentment?"

"What is it?"

A Huanyu cultivator asked in shock.

"The source of resentment is whatever these ancient cultivators cared about most in life."

It could be their treasure, or it could be their dying wish.

"Only by finding and purifying them can the resentful spirits find peace."

The elder explained.

The cultivators, hearing this, felt a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

They began to search for clues to the source of resentment in the battle, while also silently praying in their hearts, hoping to find a way to resolve it so that these once-powerful ancient cultivators may rest in peace.

「Don't act rashly, Yuan Ci Mountain is not ordinary.

It's absolutely not what it looks like on the surface. 」

Just as Longling and the others landed on a hill farther away from Yuan Ci Mountain, they spoke up.

In the depths of Yuan Ci Mountain, Huanyu cultivators were fiercely battling the resentful spirits in the evil tomb.

The resentful spirits' power was strong and strange, each attack carrying deep resentment and curses.

Although those Huanyu cultivators were not lacking in strength, facing so many and powerful resentful spirits, they also felt an unprecedented pressure.

「We must find the secret of the evil tomb, otherwise we will never be able to free ourselves from the entanglement of these resentful spirits. 」

The middle-aged cultivator said in a deep voice, a determined light flickering in his eyes.

The old person nodded, took out a tattered ancient book from their bosom, turned to a page, which recorded some legends and secrets about the evil tomb.

「Now the resentment is too thick, the space has been sealed by a restriction.

If we don't leave quickly, the cultivator will surely be eroded by the resentment.

Become a puppet in the evil tomb, eventually turning into nourishment for the resentful spirits to devour. 」

That old person said again nervously.

His hand holding the ancient, weathered book trembled, his face devoid of any trace of blood.

Just then.

A young female cultivator suddenly pointed at the most ancient tomb and said: 'Look, there is a strange rune on that tomb, different from the others.'

Everyone followed the direction of her finger and indeed saw a rune emitting a faint light.

The rune seemed to contain some mysterious power, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding resentment.

「'That rune might be the clue to the source of the resentment.'」

A glint of sharpness flashed in the old person's eyes.

「'We need to approach that tomb, study that rune carefully, and perhaps we can find a way to break it.'」

The cultivators immediately formed a small team, led by several stronger cultivators, cautiously approaching that ancient tomb.

The resentful spirits also seemed to notice their intention, and their attacks became more frenzy and violent.

After a hard-fought battle, the team cultivators finally arrived before that tomb.

They carefully observed the rune, discovering that ancient characters were carved on it, seemingly some kind of ancient incantation.

「'This... this is the purification incantation!'」

A cultivator skilled in rune research exclaimed happily.

「'If we can correctly chant this incantation, we can purify the source of resentment and let the resentful spirits find rest.'」

「'Senior, please don't be mistaken, is this purification incantation too simple to have found?'」

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Although those resentful spirits attacked fiercely, there were no casualties. 」

Just as the old person was about to lead everyone in chanting the words on the ancient stele, they were suddenly called out by a young cultivator beside them.

「'What's the point of worrying about so much!'」

「'I damn well don't want to die together with you here.'」

At this moment, a plump cultivator immediately pushed through the crowd to the front of the ancient stele, opening their mouth to chant the words on the stele.

As the words on the stele were chanted, a huge burst of light shone on the mysterious rune on the stele, and the surrounding resentment began to gradually dissipate.

The Huanyu cultivators saw the resentful spirits begin to wail and dissolve under the dazzling light of the rune, then turn into individual mysterious rune imprints on the grave mound behind the stele just now, and they all let out a sigh of relief.

「'Something big is bound to happen!'」

Longling's eyes shone brightly, a cold and stern expression appearing on their face.

In that grave mound, a blood-red flower bud, having been nourished by the rune, was actually slowly blooming.

「'You also saw it?'」

Bibo Xianzi heard this, and her face likewise became solemn.

As that mysterious flower bud bloomed, the rune on the stele was gradually fading, clearly indicating a great conspiracy within the evil tomb of Yuan Ci Mountain.